Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Clifford Duffy Studies: Light May

when the rain goes

She's wayward, noctivagant ferret to the felling and swooning buttocks of the ladies she ride. She love him. She love his him to her rough cut breast its amour scent paint and wheeze with the toll of breath's body boom. So love goes buck ramming the propertied pair of its choice. NIght cons her eyeballing and hustles the tender touch , her long hold on his body.

_____________________________ Forsooth she comes agin his castle wattling warming its arse plenty ruth ~

Light May

by Peterson River

Noontide crash lip, a father rumples overunder behind. Taste very plimp, our distress tow in. Cracked word fever tains climax were blend. Pillar

This be. -- Have death tarry bless picture will son-rife? Trigger fresh un-grief. Their clavicle bestride tin monk hill.

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